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【Take a ten-minute break before playing again: @Cheng Che, what happened?! Ren said you broke his hand and he can’t play games anymore! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day?!】
[Don’t call me mom: @Take a ten-minute break before playing again, hey… you really believe it…]
【Take a ten-minute break before playing again: ???】
【Take a ten-minute break before playing again: @Blade, you lied to me? ! ! !】
【blade:……】
[Cheng Che: I haven’t told him why he kept stabbing my pants. I just said a few words…]
【blade:……】
【Take a ten-minute break before playing again:? 】
[Take a ten-minute break before playing again: @Blade, do you have this habit? ]
【blade:……】
[Don’t call me mom: To be honest, I’m a little curious about the butt that broke through the train, so…]
[Don't call me mom: Little Crow won't blame me, right? ]
【Don't call me mom: blink.JPG】
Cheng Che pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then typed in the dialog box.
【Cheng Che: That’s it? .JPG】
boring.
Why should you let others satisfy your curiosity?
Can't you just come here secretly?
【Transfer Station of World-weary Fiction 1 ⑦ ㈨ ⑨ ⒋ ３⒈ June th】
Chapter 112 disappeared without a trace.
"Feel sorry."
Dan Heng stood at the door of the bathroom. He looked up the moment the bathroom was opened and said in a deep voice, "I shouldn't have doubted my companions."
Cheng Che was startled and looked at the people gathered around the dining table preparing to eat.
He thought for a moment and glanced at Dan Heng's head, "I don't mind. After all, I got one...many pillows, didn't I?"
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng's feeling of apology instantly disappeared. He turned around expressionlessly, returned to the table and joined the dinner.
The shower cap rustled on his head, just like Danheng's broken heart.
“Your food is really good…” Luca lowered his mechanical arm and scanned the various foods on the table. “To be honest, after hearing what the little crow said about screwing, I wanted to beat up the criminal for a moment, but…”
But there are delicious foods!
"You think too highly of me." Cheng Che responded, sitting down at the dining table. "For someone like me who only verbally attacks others, I have no right to be a police officer."
Xing pursed her lips, watching Cheng Che skillfully open the beverage bottle and pour the beverage into her thermos cup, "You didn't let go of any of the physical beatings or mental insults..."
This unfortunate crow's mouth not only harms the enemy physically but also their spirit, and may even leave a psychological shadow afterwards.
Cheng Che raised his eyes, "How can you say that to me? I'm just a stupid, law-abiding male college student with no morals..."
"Do you know how popular male college students are in my world?" Cheng Che's eyes were filled with speechlessness. "Although I have a bad mouth, I am a male college student!"
Big man!
Height and appearance are not inferior in any way!
"Yeah." Xing crossed her arms over her chest, "But you don't have a wife."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che lowered his eyes, opened the takeout box without saying a word, and prepared for today's dinner.
Couldn’t Kafka recycle this cheap daughter and reform her?
She is a good girl, but her only flaw is that she has a big mouth.
It’s really heartbreaking…
"Hey..." Sanyueqi patted Xing's shoulder and said earnestly, "In the future, we can just think about this kind of thing in our hearts, and don't say it out loud. After all, Cheng Che is a man without morals. No one knows whether he will take out his little notebook and curse everyone before going to bed at night."
There was a flash of fear in Xing's eyes, and he nodded, "That makes sense."
"No curse." Sambo raised his hand. "Of course I, Sambo, must testify for my good friend!"
As he said that, Sambo raised his chin towards Jeppard who was standing beside him, "Come on, embarrassed little silver dragon, maybe you can get rid of the word embarrassment by testifying."
Jeppard:…
Jeppard was silent for a moment, then nodded, "It's true that I don't curse."
As he spoke, Jeppard turned his gaze towards Cheng Che.
"Okay." As expected, Cheng Che slowly scraped off the burrs on the disposable chopsticks, "Then let's replace it with the Social Death Little Silver Dragon."
Jeppard:…
It’s better not to change!
"I don't believe you..." San Yueqi frowned and looked at Dan Heng, "One or two of them either owe debts or photos, and none of them can be trusted, so... Dan Heng, what do you think?"
Dan Heng:......
As if he didn't owe any debt...
"No curse." Dan Heng raised his eyes to glance at Cheng Che and pursed his lips, "You should know that Cheng Che only likes to curse people in person for excitement."
San Yueqi suddenly realized, "Indeed."
"You really have no manners..." Xing muttered, looking at Cheng Che, "Even though I even rummaged through the trash can, I don't seem to have any manners either."
Cheng Che nodded and used the tip of his chopsticks to scrape off the ginger on the top of the food. "Do you know what it means to have no manners?"
"?" Xing's eyes were filled with confusion, "What?"
"No quality equals no friends." Cheng Che lowered his eyes as he mixed the noodles and poked a soft-boiled egg on top. "The fewer friends you have, the more time you have."
"Ah..." Xing opened her mouth blankly, "Is that so?"
No friends...
Can there be so many benefits to not having friends?
"Isn't it?" Cheng Che sighed and looked at Xing with the eyes of an experienced person. "The more time you have, the more fun you have, and the better your mood will be, isn't it?"
To round it off, having no quality means being in a good mood.
Who can resist such a profitable thing?
star:……
Xing lowered his head in confusion, feeling that he did have too many qualities.
"Friend..." Sang Bo looked at Cheng Che with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak, "Are you really not a disguised star god?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dan Heng and San Yueqi from the train crew suddenly raised their heads and stared at Cheng Che with sparkling eyes.
The train had been bombed, but it had also been smashed.
think carefully……
It seems that there is indeed a similarity...
Cheng Che finally managed to hold back a sigh, holding the chopsticks and looking up, his eyes full of speechlessness, "Didn't I say that it's better for both of us to stop imagining things?"
Sambo touched the back of his head and said, "I did."
Any questions?
Is this considered imagination?
Is this a reasonable guess?!
If the guess is wrong...
It seems reasonable for the Star God to have someone else sit with him...
Cheng Che's eyes flickered as he looked at Sang Bo in silence.
"It's over..." Sanyueqi shrank back and rubbed his arms with his palms, "I can already feel an ominous premonition of being locked by the Crow's Mouth for Sangbo."
"Add one." Xing also had a look of fear on his face and hugged Sanyueqi.
Dan Heng looked at Sang Bo, then at Cheng Che, and finally remembered to follow the formation, "Add one."
"Wait..." Luca's eyes were filled with confusion. "What are you doing? Some ritual before dinner?"
"Wait a little longer." Jeppard held Luca down and said earnestly, "Don't disturb them at this time."
Never mind that Jeppard’s own morality is in jeopardy under the pressure of social death.
Just don't curse himself.
"I..." Sangbo pursed his lips and couldn't help but say, "Friend, it's not worth your blessing to me..."
Cheng Che shook his head and whispered, "Do you want to know what you will lose if you think too much?"
"No!" Sambo stood up suddenly, with a look of horror on his face, "No! I really don't want to! Eat your meal! I don't want to know! I won't imagine it again!"
"Wait..." San Yue Qi raised his hand timidly, "To be honest, I really want to know, and sometimes I seem to..."
Before he could finish his words, the second half of his sentence was interrupted by Xing.
Xing covered San Yue Qi's mouth and looked at Cheng Che, "You can continue talking. San Yue Qi is definitely not that kind of person."
Cheng Che blinked his eyes and said, "Since you are so eager to learn, I will tell you."
Dan Heng pursed his lips and held down a certain trader who was about to rush out of the room, "You say."
"You can't imagine enough..." Cheng Che mixed the noodles slowly, his voice echoing in the quiet room, "That means endless tears to cry, endless graves to visit, and endless people to curse."
At this point, Cheng Che raised his eyes and looked at Sang Bo with pity in his eyes, "Happiness disappeared without a trace."